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At this time, the door of the house was wide open, and the able-bodied family members carried various meals and laid them out in the streets one after another. The queue was basically a long queue of poor people with yellow faces and thin muscles, wearing shabby robes that exposed cotton wool.

The Beilin Dynasty originally belonged to the bitter cold land, and the land was barren. In winter, there is no grain produced in the fields, and some farmers who rely on the weather for food cannot open the pot.

Fortunately, there are good people like Washington who have generous favors, so that those poor families who have no rice to cook will not sell their sons and daughters.

If you have a good life, most of them go to the Pushan Temple in the city, where incense is abundant, to pray for blessings.

Hua Shizhong arranged the tedious things at home and took Erdan to this famous temple.

Buddhism has a long history, and it was at its peak in the Han and Tang dynasties hundreds of years ago.

It is rumored that 500 years ago, at the beginning of the Han and Tang Dynasties, there was a Buddhist monk, in order to explore the mystery of Buddhism, he traveled 50,000 miles west alone to the holy land of the origin of Buddhism, and after 17 years of learning various doctrines of Mahayana and Mahayana, he brought back more than hundreds of Buddhist scriptures.

After returning, the eminent monk completed the Dharma, handed over the scriptures to his disciples, and became a Buddha on the spot.

He was written by later generations "The Book of the White Horse", singing praises of virtue.

Since then, Buddhism has endured for hundreds of years.

It was not until the four dynasties divided the world equally that Taoism, which advocated the doctrine of Huang Lao, rose up strongly, steadily pressing the head of Buddhism.

Only in the Beilin Dynasty did Buddhism have the tendency to compete with Taoism.

The Pushan Temple is crowded with people, and there are crowds of people.

The second egg was protected by Hua Shizhong and a few wolf-like tigers, and walked into the Daxiong Treasure Palace.

Erdan learns from the pilgrim next to him, inserts the three sticks of incense into the incense burner, and spreads out in the shape of a lotus flower with his hands to the sky, indicating that he accepts or prays for the Bodhisattva's nectar rain, stands up after three bows, bows again, and then puts his index fingers together and points to the center of his eyebrows, indicating prostration.

It is advisable to use three sticks of incense. This means that there is no omission of the three precepts, concentration, and wisdom, and it also means that the Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha live in the Three Jewels.

After worshipping the Buddha, Erdan slowly got up with a pious expression.

He still has a good impression of Buddhism.

When he was in Loujia Village, he often went to the temple to pay homage to the son, of course, this is also directly related to the fact that there is no Taoist temple near the mountain.

In his opinion, the immortals and Buddhas are all a family, who is not worshipped?

A boy next to him, with a flick of his sleeves, an entourage took out a few coppers and stuffed them into a merit box painted with red paint.

Erdan looked at the bold and elegant style of others, and also painted a scoop according to the gourd, "Charity!"

At the exit of the two words, the Washington entourage next to him took out a few golden cakes, clanged a few times, and threw them into the box.

Erdan was dumbfounded, his eyes widened, and he asked puzzledly, "Brother Shizhong, what did that big brother throw into the box just now?"

Hua Shizhong stared directly at a graceful little lady who was putting incense, he didn't have time to pay attention to him, he didn't look back, and replied casually: "Gold." ”

Erdan's anxious tears almost flowed out, and he said angrily: "That's the legendary gold? Are they crazy? Throw so much gold into the box?!!!

Hua Shizhong waited until the little lady was far away before he came back to his senses, lowered his head and questioned, "Isn't it the charity you shouted?"

The second egg wanted to cry without tears, and defended: "I was talking about playing! Who knows if they really threw it, are they stupid, are they stupid?!"

Hua Shizhong shrugged his shoulders, and said with an indifferent face: "If you donate, you donate, it's not a lot of money, when didn't my father donate a few hundred taels of gold to the temple, just now, how much?"

The frightened guy muttered, "A few hundred taels of gold a year?"

Hua Shizhong put his hands in his sleeves, tilted his head and nodded.

"No! I have to come back!"

Erdan, who felt that he had suffered a big loss, rolled up his sleeves and walked towards Gongdexiang angrily.

But every few steps, Hua Shizhong grabbed the fox fur collar and dragged it back, "So many people are watching, don't be ashamed, okay?"

The sullen second egg came out of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, and the more he thought about it, the more he didn't feel good, how could this young master ever make such a loss-making deal?

Erdan said to Hua Shizhong with a cold face: "You wait for me, I'll go around in a circle." ”

Hua Shizhong couldn't figure out what he wanted to do, and thought that he wanted to go around and enjoy the elegant scenery in the temple, and instructed: "Don't run away, the abbot's courtyard has prepared a vegetarian meal." You probably get tired of eating meat every day, so change your taste today. ”

"Got it. ”

Erdan flicked his sleeves.

Come and don't be rude, I heard this sentence said by Master Du, he never figured out what it meant, but now he thinks this sentence comes in handy.

Because Erdan wants to go back and "tinker" with something valuable.

Steal?

He didn't think it was stealing.

Gifts are exchanged, this is called trading!

What he threw out just now was gold, he had never seen it before, but he also knew that a tael of gold was worth ten taels of silver, and it was exchanged for sauce elbows?

If he didn't go back from this temple today, those golden cakes would keep him awake for half a year.

The monks in the temple also knew that this young man came with the eldest young master of the Hua family, and did not prevent him from entering the inner courtyard, but opened the courtyard door with his own hands, with a kind attitude.

At this time, it was the fifteenth year, the temple was busy, and there were no idle monks in the courtyard, so the second egg walked around the monk's house and did not find anything that could be worth the price of gold.

Further on, I saw a door with a brass lock.

Erdan suddenly became excited.

He knew that wherever it was locked, there must be something of value!

Erdan deftly climbed up from the wall and tumbled into the courtyard.

I saw that there were three monks in the small courtyard.

Two white-eyed old monks wore the same yellow-shirted monk robes, sitting on the stone bench under the Bodhi tree and playing chess, and there was a young monk with clear eyebrows next to him, standing aside to add tea and water, a picture of a clear heart.

Erdan did not run away when he saw someone like an ordinary thief, but swaggered over.

Anyway, I didn't steal anything, can I still say that the master is a thief?

His heart was like a mirror.

Catch the thief and catch the dirty.

Erdan has been taught some nineteen vertical and horizontal techniques by Master Du since he was a child, one is because the old man is lonely and lonely in the mountains, and he wants to find a companion to play chess, and the other is that this silly boy does have some talent and can inherit the mantle.

The old man's temper is really not a master who can play good chess, not to mention the poor chess ability, the chess quality is still very poor, either regretting the chess or flipping the table, the two old men because of this matter, a lot of quarrels, almost rolled up their arms and sleeves to fight.

When he started teaching Erdan to play chess, he was still decent, but the more he went on, the more Du Jiujiang couldn't stand him. Because every time this kid arrives in the middle and at the end, he never follows the rules, and every time he is endless, he sets off waves of unreasonable hands, and the key is that he has repeatedly miraculous effects, and he has the feeling of beating the master to death.

From then on, the old man would rather lift the table with Ezen than play chess with this angry boy.

Erdan stopped and watched for a moment, almost spurting out a mouthful of old blood.

At first, he thought that these two old monks were good-looking, and they must have different methods from ordinary people, but he carefully stared at the chessboard for a long time, and finally came to the conclusion:

These two are definitely big stinky chess baskets!

At this moment, the black and white two sons on the chessboard do not have the fine layout that they should have, but they are a mess, like children playing at home, fiddling with the meaning of playing.

The short and fat old monk who held black seemed to have a slight upper hand, touching his white beard and looking proud. The huge garlic nose with a horizontal face of meat looks like the king butcher who is most feared by the second egg in the village.

The white and thin old monk looked kind, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes kept staring at the chessboard in contemplation.

After watching it for a while, the second egg couldn't hold it back, forgot the teachings of the true gentleman who watched chess and was silent, pointed to the chessboard Tianyuan, and shouted at the thin old monk: "Attack here!"

After the thin old monk was "clicked", he suddenly burst into light, as if breaking through the layers of fog, and dropped Baizi in the position pointed by Erdan, stroked his beard and smiled: "Haha, junior brother, how about seeing this wonderful hand of senior brother?"

This old monk is indeed thick-skinned, as if this hand has nothing to do with the second egg, and he is complacent there.

The burly and stocky old monk frowned at each other with two white eyebrows, staring at the chessboard and constantly thinking, and he was cautious.

Erdan looked really bored, and began to stare at the chessboard, but his focus was not on this, but at the black and white chess pieces themselves, only to feel that the chess pieces were lingering, not like ordinary products.

These chess pieces must be worth a few taels of silver, right?

The chess strength of the thin old monk is indeed not as good as that of the short and fat old monk, and after a lot of time, he was turned into a disaster, and the advantage of the second egg pointing out his clever move just now no longer exists.

Seeing that the defeat was decided, the thin old monk lifted his monk's robe and muttered: "It's been three hours, and my stomach hurts from drinking this broken tea all the time, and I can't hold it back." "Get up and leave.

The short and fat old monk grabbed him at a speed that was not commensurate with his body, and shouted: "Do you want to again, you can leave if you want to go, leave the "A Han Sutra"!"

The thin old monk's face was straight: "You still can't believe in the character of the senior brother?"

"Phew!"

The short and fat old monk spat like the shrew in the market, and then said: "I believe that you are a Buddha of the Buddha!

The thin old monk's face was calm: "Then you go with me, can you trust our junior brother?"

The short and fat old monk no longer looked angry, and nodded slightly: "Wujiao is much stronger than you." ”

The two turned around and walked towards the outside of the courtyard.

The thin old monk turned around and winked at Erdan with a slight meaning.

Erdan instantly understood and raised his eyebrows.

Looking at the little monk with red lips and white teeth next to him, Erdan touched his bald head and asked with a smile, "Little monk, what is your name?"

"The little monk has no disaster. ”

The little monk seemed to be younger than him, with a solemn look on his face, and replied with his hands folded.

Erdan pondered for a moment and asked, "Wujiao?" This is a strange name, you don't have a sister, that's why you call it this name?"

The little monk was stunned and shook his head, not knowing whether he didn't have a sister or didn't know.

Erdan touched his smooth chin and asked, "Little monk, stealing things, is it considered a violation of Buddhist precepts?"

Wu Zheng didn't understand why this little benefactor would ask this simple question, and replied, "Forget it." ”

"And what happens if you see someone stealing?"

Wuzheng then replied awe-inspiringly: "The master has taught, and he must be persuaded to turn back." ”

Erdan hehehe, raised his fist, gestured at the innocent little monk who was half a head lower than him, and said with a treacherous smile: "Then if you can't beat him, what should I do?"

The little monk scratched his little bald head, looked at the gloomy sky, and said in his mouth: "Hey, the weather is so good today, it's time to dry the monk's robe." ”

The little monk walked briskly towards the monk's house......